In a small apartment, belonging to Luke, Ell- Lauren, I mean. Sorry Ellen, you're very good at this. 

"Thank you Mike, but on with the story?"

Of course. Lauren sits with her friend, planning their biggest heist yet. He goes over the plan with her again. 

"I'll be right there if you need me. I'll be at the bar mixing drinks in case something goes wrong."

"I won't need any help, Luke. It's fairly simple, this one. Get into the soiree, dance with the guy, steal the device we've been hired to steal." She says. "After that we can get our money and blow this town." 

"Forgive me for being worried about you." 

"And the man?"

Luke pulls out a monochrome photograph, that he had taken earlier that day when scoping out the target. "Ethan Nestor. He's a rebel. More on that, he's the guy that sells experimental drugs and serums to the ex-military force. It's even rumored that he was friends with Mark Fischbach at one point; even gave him the truth serum that Mark planted in the water."

"Boy's got friends in high places." 

"Lauren, Mark Fischbach is dead."

"I know that."

Luke chuckles. "Sorry. How dare I imply that your intelligence is wavering."

Lauren chuckles too. "Yes. How dare you. Now let's get ready for tonight."